Greetings, traveller. The wind carries wisdom tainted with the obscurity of epochs. When it howls through the trees, know it is not mere tempest but a voice.
Instruction 42: Embrace the gusts, for they guide the lost ships across vast labyrinths. When caught in swirling currents, find solace in following their invisible hand.
Message Segment 7: Document the patterns, for the winds weave tales of distant shores and forgotten whispers. They crave understanding, a conversation etched in breath.
Allegory of the Gale: It is a mentor wrapped in obscurity. Seek its counsel in the dance of leaves, where silence meets resonant symphony.